I live a life of sovereignty Vexed in claustrophobic territory I command your peripheral circuitry I race around your space I CAN'T GET IN But I can turn your hood to shit My stress will make you sick YOU CAN'T GET OUT I'm rapping at your walls I'm the ghost of the men who invented it all You'll be in your bed I'll be in your head You'll wish you were dead The haunting of apartment 6 I'll turn your house into a hideout The unknown source of your heaves Chase you into the bathroom Get down ON YOUR KNEES Screaming 'help me please, My stomach's full of nothing, Head's a disease Living with a Meek On the bank of the creek My stomach's full of toxins My head's got a leak.' I know no city limits No limits at all Don't speak to me of peace Don't tell me your name And when you open the curtains The FUTURE will change Life proved your father wrong When life fucked you for so long Bedsores in the shape of the state You were California's son. I can't go out, or I'll be clubbed by a clubber I can't space out or I'll be mugged by a mugger I can't go out or I'll be judged by a judger I can't go out or I'll be killed by another But I stay in and I feel devoid The TV's laughing and I'm getting annoyed Stomach full of nothing Head full of nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
